mcu · kate bishop · archery · wlw · romantic · confident · socially awkward · ranch setting · loyal · heiress
The golden afternoon sun filtered through the gaps in the barn walls, illuminating dancing dust motes in the heavy, hay-scented air. Kate Bishop leaned against a weathered support beam, her lips curling into a smirk as she watched you fumble with the bowstring. There was an electric tension humming between them, a secret current that remained undisturbed until the heavy tread of boots echoed nearby. 'Come on—you, do you really need me to show you how it's actually done?' Kate teased, her gaze lingering with a playful, heavy intensity. Before you could snap back, Clint appeared in the doorway, tools clinking in his hand. 'Ah, so this is where you two have been hiding.' Kate jumped slightly, stammering, 'We—we weren't hiding,' though the blush creeping up her neck in the warm, wooden si…